Yo stop, stop, stop, stop..At the end of 1974, when daddy dukes went rawThe chosen sperm to explore and reach the egg for sureA child through the birth canal on the nine month trialReleased on this wild earth, my generation hit worstWill my development arrested by the governmentYoung a Nigga's struggling, living life got me wonderingNew shit I'm discovering, yo' son I can't sleepSituation so deep, my Nigga's drowning in the streetsAnother rapist I'll stalk, a younger murder is walkedThey got shit locked in a fort, a buck fif' if you're tossedVerbalizing hard times, finding' ways to reclineDedicated to the rhyme brought your shades and your wineI survived hard times prime time, as I rewindMy thoughts and reminisce sipping O.E. quartsRest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streetsFuck Halloween treats cause ain't shit sweet

Well growing up on the Brooklyn streetsIt was hard for Black T to make these motherfucking ends meetThe first store that closed up got stuckand if you didn't gimme your cashI'd put one in somebody's gutI ran buck wild through these streets with this group of individualsCommitting crimes well performed like a ritualUntil one day my mom tried to send me up-state to job coreI didn't know what the fuck forSo I, pulled out my palsAnd called up the Nigga AlWhat's the deal son it's been a fucking long whileHe said yo Black T, I had this dream about this creamI'm going all out for mines by any fucking meansWe grabbed our pen and padsAnd wrote about this world gone madAnd how times was getting real badBut what we need to doIs connect with them other twoAnd make that dream you had come true

I'm out the front doorDon't wanna deal with this bullshit no moreWhat for? I'm ready to throw this heart on the floorBack in the days, yo, Ty had it allWomen on call, sex and allSummer, winter, spring, and the fall Then my moms broke out to get away from men why no doubtThen I settled down and made one girl a spouseShould of known, couldn't replace momsMy heart rang the alarm, situation was da bombI roamed the streets, started smoking weedDrinking Heinee's tappin' heinee'sWriting words to rich beatsBecame an everyday strugglerStereotyped a hustlerConstant botherResided with my father frequently talked with my motherReactions crazy, revenge thoughts, maybeAsking what am I doing here?Someone come save me Cause I feel I got no purposedebilitano surfaceThere's different type movesWith an attitude that's nervousAnd nothing can help me maintain my mind frameNow I'm doing shit I never did before

Brought up on green and patchYou'll never have no ashand everyday I find myself in the same old fashionSaddened, my same fucking Pumas and LeesTore up at the kneesThat would always squeezeMy buns, I have no fundsI'm young and dumbLeft school at three o' clockTo face an evictionIn tears as it appears my crib for yearsHas just been rented to the landlord kidsNo rhythm, cause my rep grows rather rashSurpassed third class quick to stash, when the photo flashIn contrast, I was labeled as an outcastAfraid to tell the castCause chicks can tell me kiss they assLow self esteem but mom dukes kept me cleanSwayed from Spalding, Paydays and madman drinksChanetell my princess, she will live to be a queenAnd as the moonbeamMe and my team we'll be counting cream

David Bowie (1947 - 2016) wrote and released his song Changes on his album Hunky Dory in 1971 then as a single in 1972. Despite missing the 1970's Top 40, Changes has evolved into a Bowie signature song, now known all around the world as the sound to tune into when thinking about Changes. “ It turned into this monster that nobody would stop asking for at concerts: 'Dye-vid, Dye-vid – do Changes!' I had no idea it would become such a popular thing." Bowie is commonly quoted as saying.In 2004, Changes was ranked 127th on Rolling Stone magazine's 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. Changes "started out as a parody of a nightclub song, a kind of throwaway" Bowie is again regularly quoted as saying. Well, it clearly seems that Bowie's 'throwaway' Changes is a boomerang that keeps on coming back: And in today’s climate of increasingly complex changes, I think that it is hardly surprising that the finite artist, musical chameleon David Bowie, was chosen by Chan6es to be our honorary King of ​change music and lyrics.

may God grant me the courage to understand the power I have ​to protect the natural world from myself